this isnt a beach this is a bathtub full: Adventures That Will Leave You Breathless

“this isnt a beach this is a bathtub full” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “this isnt a beach this is a bathtub full” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “this isnt a beach this is a bathtub full” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “this isnt a beach this is a bathtub full”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “this isnt a beach this is a bathtub full” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.